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Innocentes
Legacy Name: Innocentes

The Bloodred Devonti
Owner: CatnipCookie

Age: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks

Born: December 3rd, 2010

Adopted: 15 years, 3 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: December 3rd, 2010

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Statistics

• Level: 1
   
• Strength: 10
   
• Defense: 12
   
• Speed: 15
   
• Health: 10
   
• HP: 10/10
   
• Intelligence: 1
   
• Books Read: 1
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Unemployed

Full Name: Innocentes Coupe
Nickname: None
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good/Chaotic Evil
Occupation: Club Singer/Serial Killer
Hobbies: Singing, Writing Song/Killing
Likes: Full Moon, Candy/New Moon, The sound a knife makes going into someone
Dislikes: New Moon/Losing Control
Build: Thin, large hips for a man
It was cold, and I was alone. These chains can barely hold him back... he knows a way out of them.
It happened again, I killed someone again. It was all over the news. I wonder if I am going to get caught. No. No. That can't happen. That won't happen.

When did my life get so confusing?

My 18th birthday is when. That's when... I killed. No. No. No. No. No.

I don't want to remember that.

I won't remember that that.


One clear summer day, Innocentes was outside helping his mother set up for his birthday party. His sun kissed skin glowed in the rays of the sunlight. His black hair was neatly tied back and out of the way, and his green eyes were the same shade as the grass beneath his sneakers.

"Mom, I'm 18th. So nothing embarrassing" He pouted to his mother. She merely smiled back at him. She was a sweet looking women, something from the 1950's; always wearing skirts and heels, hair always pinned back into loose curls, and an apron on her body at almost all times. His father was the spitting image of Innocentes, only a few years older. He was a successful businessman, and worked normally long hours, but today he took the day off for his son's birthday. Innocentes' father chuckled, "I guess there will be no pony rides then?"

"Oh God no!", Innocentes cheeks flared with a blush. His father and mother both just chuckled to each other.

The party was going well, and only a few of his close friends remained as the sun sank into twilight. They small group set up a bonfire outside and were hanging around by it. One girl from the group commented on the slowly turning night sky. "Isn't it so weird when there is no moon in the sky? It's almost like nothing is watching over us", she was then quickly hit with an empty can by another girl from the group and everyone laughed. Innocentes couldn't help but stare up at the moonless sky.

Soon, everyone was called inside to take their places inside the house for the sleep over. Innocentes' parents had laid out sleeping bags for everyone in the living room of their house. "I can't believe you live in this mansion of a house!" One friend yells as the lights went dim.
"I can, but isn't kind of creepy at night? This big house with so few people in it?" One girl shivers in her own created fright.
"Chicken" Innocentes giggles out. "Nothing is scary about this place. It's my home."
As the teenagers lay in darkness they begin to tell ghost stories to one another. One finally goes too far and everyone decides to stop for the night and go to bed. It was then; at midnight Innocentes felt his mind start to talk to him. Telling him how fun it would be to scare everyone right now, right after that horrible scary story. Innocentes giggled softly to himself and rose out of his sleeping bag and when into the kitchen. He ran his long fingers over the neatly put away kitchen knives until he found the one he desired. He slid the butcher's knife from its holding place and went over to where his friends all were slowly drifting to sleep.

Now, how to scare them? He thought to himself and he clutched onto the blade. It was then his mind snapped again and a wicked grin appeared on his lips. Attack the girl who was scared the most; it's what she deserves for being afraid for no reason, and now I shall give her a reason. He tipped toed through the sleeping bodies until he came to hers. He straddled his body atop hers and leaned down to whisper in her ear softly, "Wake up" he said in a husky playful tone.

The girl's eyes snapped open and screamed when her eyes met Innocentes' now red eyes. He then silenced her scream with a quick stab to the throat, and the room was filled with the sound of her choking on blood. The rest of the friends woke up and turned on the light, only to have their own screams ended swiftly as Innocentes made quick work of them, his knife sliding in and out of them. The last body he was stabbing repeatable. "I love this sound, I love this sound!!!" he cackled.

A few moments later his parents came down to see what happened. Innocentes' eyes met his parents own horrified eyes, his mother in her white silk robe, and his father in his own blue silk robe. He stood up calmly and gripped tightly onto his knife again. "Mother!. Father!" he whispered, a twisted smile working across his lips again. His mother gave out a shriek and his father tried to protect her, but all he did was stop the blade from hitting her first as it twisted into his own gut. The mother stepped back to grab a vase from the desk beside her but as she turned the blade sunk into her side, the white robe turning a deep red from where she was stabbed. Her body fell onto her husbands, and Innocentes stabbed them both again, just to make sure there were dead. "I love that sound! I love that sound!!!" he smiled to himself.

Morning soon came and Innocentes woke up in his sleeping bag. Yawning, he wiped his eyes of sleep and glanced around at the room. He felt something drop in his stomach, and his throat caught a scream that wouldn't release. He stood up and rushed for the phone to call 911, only to trip over his own mother and father. He saw their bodies and shook with tears that couldn't fall. He glanced around the room and caught his reflection in a mirror.

“I’m… I’m covered in… oh God” it was then he rushed to a sink to vomit out his sick feeling, and then the tears came. “I did this! I did this to them… oh god… oh no, I have… I have to run.” Scared and alone, Innocentes washed himself the best he could, packed what little he could, and what money he could grab and rushed out of the house.

And that was the first time… the first time I started to live this life…
I’ve chained myself down here…
But...

He always gets out...

Always...


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